Danganronpa The After Novels & Stories

The air suddenly smelled rancid. Eira was out of the mansion but paused as she remembered Dana. She couldn't leave her alone. That wouldn't be right. But just as she ran back, the vampire's fangs greeted her. He dug his teeth into her neck and Eira closed her eyes, anticipating the pain that would follow but she felt nothing.

“It can’t be that bad, right? The worst part will probably be that we’re starting two months late. It always sucks being the new kid.” Brynn stares at me, her silence the only answer I need. “I mean, even if some people go missing…” I chuckle. “Most of them survive Hawthorn, right? Don’t worry. We’ll be okay.” Her eyes are still wide. Maybe that’s the way they always are. “Look.” Her voice shaking, she points behind me. I turn and crane to look past the horse. The woods have suddenly ended, like a line was drawn between them and whatever is next.

The altar was about two metres wide and crimson in colour, its surface was covered with many intricate lines that gave a sense of vertigo if been stared at for long, along the circumference were twelve profound and mysterious runes. The alter served many purposes but in this instance it was used to test the bloodline of the child, if he wasn’t a pure Hunter then the alter wouldn’t even make the slightest reaction no matter what was done, apart from that it was used in testing one’s talent, after the person’s blood has been dropped at it’s very center the lines will light up with crimson light followed by the runes, the number of runes one was able to light up will correspond ones’ talent, li

There was no sign of someone resembling Frey entering this town at all. “You think Frey went to another town?” I asked while thinking of other towns Frey might go to. "Unless she's on the edge of town and away from the townspeople," Hayley said. “What do you mean?” When Hayley was about to answer my question, suddenly several people entered the pub. They sat at the guest table. Martin immediately approached them. “Martin, did you hear about the Flower Skull attacks in Diantha forest? They caught some of the vampires over there!” someone shouted from the table. Hearing this, I suddenly turned around. I immediately approached the man.

My mother dragged me out of my biological father's brutality, and I thought we had finally escaped. Then she married the Don of the Falcone family. The woman who once fought to protect me completely changed. To secure my stepfather's approval and coddle his beloved Sofia, she stood by and let them turn me into a servant in the house I was supposed to call home. Every time I pushed back, they pushed harder. Every time I begged to be seen, I was met with contempt. My biological father's fists left scars on my body. This family's marks went deeper—into my bones. So I stopped. If they never wanted me there, I would stop breaking myself for their hollow approval. I would take my own life back. In

Lena stared at the words. Her heart pounded wildly. “…Aftergame?” someone whispered. “What kind of sick joke is this?” another voice snapped. The screen flickered. More words appeared. STATUS: DECEASED A gasp spread across the crowd. Lena’s chest tightened painfully. “No…” she whispered. “No… that’s not—” ALL PARTICIPANTS HAVE DIED Her legs weakened slightly. Her breathing grew shallow. “I… died…” she whispered. Her voice barely sounded like hers. NEW OBJECTIVE: SURVIVE

My fingers tightened around the paper until the edges bent. By the time I reached the top floor, Dante’s office doors were half open. Inside, Serena stood before a full-length mirror while a stylist pinned a veil into her dark hair. Dante stood behind her, adjusting the diamond clasp at the back of her neck with a carefulness I knew too well. Serena saw me first. Her eyes widened for half a second, then softened into something almost pitiful. “Aria.” Dante turned sharply. His gaze dropped to the pregnancy report in my hand, and the color drained from his face. He crossed the room at once and caught my wrist.

The stillness after the battle was deafening. My ears rang with the fading echoes of gunfire, the weight of everything that had just happened pressing heavily on my chest. Dorian Blackwood, the man who had been pulling the strings behind the chaos, was dead—but something in the back of my mind told me this wasn’t over. Far from it. Ronan stood over Dorian’s lifeless body, his gun still in his hand, but his gaze distant, as if the fight hadn’t truly ended for him. His muscles were tense, and I could see the storm raging inside of him, the anger and the relief fighting for control.

Before I could say another word, the line disconnected, leaving behind nothing but the hollow beeping tone. The cold grew sharper and sharper, carving straight into my bones. Gritting my teeth, I pulled the blanket tighter around myself. Suddenly, my phone lit up with a notification. I turned my head slightly and saw that Morgan had just updated his social media. In the photo, he wore nothing but a thin short-sleeved shirt with a popsicle hanging from his mouth. 'So lucky Ms. Sheffield brought me a generator, or I would have frozen tonight too.' I stared at the picture for a long time.

A void replaced the pain, but it left a hollow ache. Years passed. I lived as a reaper. Cold. Efficient. Detached. I watched lives end and guided souls to their fates. One gloomy afternoon, I saw my mother's name written in the Death Note. I didn’t flinch.No fear. No sadness. Nothing.... Maybe it’s because I’m no longer human— Just a cold-blooded shell of what I used to be. I reaped my mother’s soul with steady hands. No tears, no hesitation. When it was done, I packed my things and left for Germany— an order from Thanatos.